“Before ten o'clock.”
“Say eleven.”
“No—that's too late.”
A violent, though fleeting expression of anxiety crossed Endover's face. Then, with a smile, he said:—
“All right. Shall I ring the bell and order some dinner to be sent in from Galton's?”
“If you like. I'm not hungry.”
“I am.”
Anthony summoned the servant and gave the order. Then he turned again to Sergius.
“Here, I'll help you off with your coat,” he said.
But Sergius moved away.